This one’s got experience written all over her face: long dark hair framing those tired but hungry eyes, hands steady as she guides him inside. Starts with teasing—sitting primly on the couch in stockings and heels, legs crossed just enough to tease before spreading them wide. Plaid shirt half-unbuttoned by the time he’s kneeling between her thighs. First ride is slow, deliberate; she grips his shoulders like she’s been doing this since he was in diapers. Then the real show begins—pushing him back onto the cushions, climbing on top raw, taking every inch without flinching.